The light that is adorned black and white strikes my body
Out here, there's no time to even blink
Though wounded, you're still searching for the blue sky
Picking up a shard of our dream of the crumbling future

Come find me
I'm here...
(Cries) a ragged soldier with a faint voice
The answer to
Our distant memories
Lies hidden in the shallow depths of time we had sadly forgotten
And is still watching over us
So even if we have to turn back, there is great courage in it
We firmly swear that
We'll paint this grey sky that rains us with a thousand sorrows blue
...our "restoration"

If even time itself is a powerless existence that can't reverse its flow
Then what are we, the ones that get passed along?
Illusions are inside our brains - millions of them piled up and tangled together
They erase each other out and then grow more after consoling with themselves

Affections that steal what they yearn for
Impulses that overflow
Bent morals that soon disappear
Reactions from personifications of ideals
Trying to find the sword that'll cut open this cycle that has no end in sight

But remember
We had always been
Flying soldiers who look towards tomorrow
If you're still perplexed by
Your distant memory and can't feel me when I touch you softly
Then I'll hold you tight
And tell you as many times as you want
The key to the sealed door is here inside
The night sky of that day
Along with its stars showering from the heavens
We'll someday restore them high above our heads

Search for
And try to recall
The reason why we're breathing
We're able to feel our distant memories
A piece of shining fragment drops
On the road we had wandered and fought along
And leads everything
So never avert your eyes from the reality
A thousand joys are dancing in the wind
Surely we are watching
The blue sky that's been in front of us all this time